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You liked animals and flowers.

She liked weapons and fire.

You liked sunny days.

She liked stormy nights.

You were kind, soft spoken, and sincere.

She was brutally honest, selfish, and sarcastic.

To put it simply, you two were NOTHING ALIKE.

Though, what else did you expect from a parallel version of yourself?

It all started one day when England brought in a mirror to a world meeting.  According to him, it allowed anyone who looked into it to see a parallel world.  And sometimes, you could even see yourself from that universe.  At first you thought it was all just fancy talk, but curiosity got the better of you after some time and you gave the mirror a try.

You were honestly surprised when you found it actually WORKED!  On the other side of the mirror was a girl that looked like you – she had the same hair and eyes – but her clothes were completely different.  She wore colors you’d never wear, her hair was in a different style, basically though your bodies looked the same, your tastes were far from different.  She appeared disgusted to look at you, but stayed anyways.

“Who the hell are you?” she asked.  Her voice even sounded like yours, albeit a little more rough.

“I’m you!” you greeted her friendly, “At least, I’m another version of you… I’m _________.”

“Thought so… I guess Oliver really wasn’t kidding around…”

“So, what’s your name?”

“Why should I tell you?”

“Well… we are technically the same person.  What’s the harm?”
She sighed exasperatedly, “Fine.  It’s (name).”

“Nice to meet you, (name)!”

She obviously appeared annoyed by you.  She thought you were just a goody-goody-two-shoes.  You didn’t think much of her either, but you still thought you two could be friends.  After all… you were the same person.

You started visiting (name) more and more often, much to her chargin.  She managed to tolerate you for the most part, though she still wanting nothing to do with you.  She didn’t like you and wasn’t afraid to say it.  She hated your hair style, your modest dressing, your peace-loving attitude…  everything about you made her want to puke.

You weren’t quite as disgusted by her… though you were rather frightened.  She was far more hostile than you could ever be.  She was rude, obnoxious, and liked almost everything you didn’t like.  She wasn’t intimidated by anyone or anything, not even Russia.  Secretly, you admired her bravery.

Eventually it came to a time where, while you weren’t exactly friends, you couldn’t exactly call yourselves enemies, either.  You two knew so much about one another, and you talk all the time, even though everyone else said you shouldn’t.  You weren’t really sure WHAT to call you two.  Allies?  No.  Acquaintances?   No.

Frenemies?

… Frenemies… it has a nice ring to it.